Author's Notes: Hey kiddlets, teh Arty here. Well, this poor little story has been an on and off thing for quite some time...and, well, despite the annoying plot twists, amazing length and potty humor, I've grown fond of it. And Shiny says she likes it too. (Here's hoping she's not saying that to make me feel better.) All of this is based off of an rp forum that died nearly two years ago, called Hogwarts 1972 (I think ..;;). Characters, such as Bianca, Talaywa, Juliet, Sirius, James, Brian, Lily, Regulus, and several others that will have to be modified, because I don't know their locations now and can't ask their permission to use their characters, were all played by members of the rp. Regulus was played by me.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy. I'll try to update regularly.
Canons, places, some names, ect(c) to JKRowling; Brian (c) Brian; Talaywa and Juliet (c) Shiny; and Bianca (c) Mynx
Fingers glided over the keys slowly regaining their normal rhythm, dancing fervently, while eyes watched words scrawl out across the glowing screen. A moment was taken to survey the progress of her post.
Short.
As usual. So fucking short.
Gaze turned to dark glare, turning on her own thoughts. Right hand moved to scroll down the page. How was it everyone else could write such lovely posts? All she was good at was humor…which didn't seem to be doing much good here. People were just too serious.
Giggle. Serious. Sirius.
Once again, eyes examined his post. His was possibly the most wonderful on that board. And she, as little Regulus, wasn't doing quite as well. 'He makes me look like a fucking moron. I think I'm starting to realize what it's actually like to be you, Reggie.'
Sighing, she pushed away from the wicker desk, fingers pushing through dark locks of hair, and rubbing fiercely at eyes. Leaning back in her chair, she chanced a glance down the long, dark hallway that led to the stairs. 'Hm…It's late. If I get caught again, I'm in deep bunny fluff.'
A little salute to the page was given, and she clicked on the little 'x' in the top right corner. "Maybe another night, mon amie." The process of letting the computer shut down was followed with practiced grace. "That actually brings up a question," she commented idly to one of her cats, who happened to be sprawled nearby, "Is a webpage male or female? Does gender count? If not, then how would I refer to it as a friend? Well…I suppose that's more than one question, isn't it?"
"Mrowr," Bubba responded with a yawn.
"You're right. Bedtime."
There was nothing particularly strange about getting into bed that night, save breaking a pencil as she climbed under the covers. Laughing softly, she tossed the writing utensil to the floor. "I need to stop drawing in bed."
Feeling small feet cross the bed, she closed her eyes, knowing a cat was there to keep her company while dreams flooded her head. The sweet warmth of the bed overtook her senses, the sensation of falling curling around her gently, lulling her to sleep.
A grating purr, sounding something like a growl and a dying motor pulled her from her dreams. 'So soon? But I just fell to sleep…' she protested to her mind, yawning as she woke. Stretching, she uncurled from the cat she'd been hugging close as if it were the last thing tied to this mortal realm.
"'S still daaark…" she groaned softly. Blink. Something wasn't right there. Coughing softly, she sat up. "Oh dear…"
A green curtain hung around her single twin bed, matching the cover over her sheets, which were gray, as if trying to mimic silver. The cat she'd taken to be one of her own definitely wasn't. In fact, she was quite sure it belonged to none other than her character…Regulus Black. "W-w-wodin…?" her far too masculine voice squeaked.
A hand shoved aside the velvety curtains, to show the blinding glare of the sun calmly drifting through the window. "What in the name of…"
Voice trailed off with the protest of, "Regulus, go back to sleep, or get out of here. It's the weekend, we want our sleeeeeep!"
A chorus of groans accompanied that statement.
The girl, who happened to be a boy now, slid out of bed, feet touching on a cool wooden floor. Throwing back the sheets, she found herself clothed in only a nightshirt, which had little hippogriffs dancing along the fabric. Surely this would've caused a few laughs back on the site…Oh yeah. Harry Potter equals no computers, which in turn leave internet and the site off the map, plus, wasn't it the seventies or something?
Silently, she slipped of the bed, creeping over to the trunk at the end, and lifting the lid. A few choice items were removed, including a wand, while she pulled the pajamas over her head and shoved them into the trunk. Clothing items, including underwear were pulled on, while she tried damnedest not to look at her new male body, and she tip-toed out of the dorm and onto the platform at the top of the stairs.
Oh, of course, he was at the topmost dorm, when she was afraid of heights. A fleeting glance was thrown to the ground, seven floors below. Ugh…How horrid. Turning on her heels, she started down the stairs, breathing in and out, very controlled, with each stair. Clothing was slowly pulled on as she did so, as if to distract her from the task of extricating herself from the dorms.
"Oh, Regulus, you're up."
The voice jolted the once-girl enough she slid down the remaining flight of stairs on her backside. A yelp and a whine rewarded the person who'd frighten her, tears coming to her eyes as she stood, rubbing her rear end, particularly in the tailbone area. Damn that'd hurt like hell. Where was decency? Didn't people warn you before they were going to talk, like clearing their throat or waving their arms madly?
A soft "Oww…" was groaned, before voice suddenly came to an abrupt halt. Who was that gorgeous blonde? Mee-ow!
Wait. Think Regulus. Think Regulus.
"Praise Salazaar, boy, are you all right?" the blonde boy asked, glancing up the stairs and then to the boy.
Regulus nodded dumbly.
"What's the matter?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "No searing comment? No idiotic statement? Did you hit your head on the way down?" He laughed softly at the last question. "Merlin knows, your mum probably dropped you enough times it doesn't matter anymore…" A flippant wave of one of the blonde boy's hand and Regulus realized who he was.
"Shut it, Lucius. I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Ouch. I--" To which he was promptly silenced by a rather frightening screech.
A tall girl raced out of one of the girls' dorms, staring wide-eyed at everything in the common room. Lucius watched with a raised eyebrow, and Regulus-girl wondered if she was having the same problem as he was.
Blonde hair was sent in a flowing curtain as she whipped her head around, dark eyes piercing through the two boys standing below. "WHAT IS GOING ON!"
"Calm down, Talaywa. What happened?" Lucius asked with a disgusted sigh.
Regulus sputtered, choking on his own spittle and doubling over as he did so. Lucius stared. There was something weird going on that included those two.
"You know!" Talaywa accused Regulus, pointing a finger at him, darting down the steps and across the room. "Which means…Arty!"
"Hey, Shiny," Regulus-girl managed softly.
"Heh…" Talaywa smirked, and then snickered. "You're a boy."
"I-I realized…" the Regulus girl cast a glance down her male body. "It's weird…"
"What's it like not having breasts?" Talaywa asked suddenly, reaching out to poke Regulus' chest. "I mean, you were a girl before, right?"
"Yeah. And um…" Regulus felt his own chest, staring down strangely at the place where two parts were missing. "Actually…Not bad. Not bad at all!" A grin lit his face, reciprocated on Talaywa's, that is, until they happened a chance at Lucius' face.
"Wh-what in the name of all things magical are you two babbling about?" he asked horrified. "Since when has Regulus been a girl?"
"Well, he's not now. But Arty is. And Arty plays Regulus…"Shiny started to explain, stopping with the growing bewildered expression on Lucius' face.
"George?" a soft voice gulped from somewhere behind the group.
Regulus peeked around Talaywa, "Fred, izzat you?"
Another tall girl, this one with a French, instead of Talaywa's Irish, accent stood in a flowing white nightgown. She nodded in response to Regulus' question. "Oui. I em Bianca…End joo? Joo are Regulus…" Regulus nodded. "We are like ze characters, joo know, from ze website." Her face fell into a pretty little frown. "What iz goinga on?"
"Only thing we seem to have figured out is that we are playing our characters."
"But wait, did notShinee play more zan one charie-racter?"
Talaywa nodded. "I played Lily and Juliet too. They are waking up."
"What?" Bianca and Regulus stared.
"I can feel them…like they are part of me. They're waking up. Well, Lily is screaming and Juliet is trying to sleep through it."
"I guess its good I didn't try to play Theo's dad," Regulus chuckled. "That'd drive me nutters and around the corner."
"What are you talking about!" Lucius growled, looking far more frustrated than before.
"Um…Obliviate," Regulus tapped the tip of his wand in the middle of Lucius forehead. Instantly, the other boy turned and with a blank look wandered over to one of the couches, flopping down unceremoniously and staring at the fire. "H-h-hey! I'm not half bad!" Regulus grinned at his wand.
"I thought you played him as a bit of a dolt," Talaywa tilted her head to one side.
"Me too…maybe he's actually good at spells?" Regulus-girl shrugged.
Lucius turned suddenly. "Oh, you're up. Hm. I must've fallen back to sleep. I could've sworn no one else was up."
Bianca patted the twelve year old boy's head. "I guezz it iz a good sing joo are not good at spells, oui?"
"Oui." Regulus pouted slightly. A chance at magic and she'd already ruined it.
